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[March 1] [The Faculty] [The night knows the truth]
Title: The night knows the truth
Month: March - Day: 01
Fandom: The Faculty
Character: Casey Connor
Words:342
Rating: PG17
Casey was tossing and turning around in his bed. Another sleepless night. Because of the pictures crossing his mind. Zeke, smiling. Flirting. Kissing Anna Marie from his physic course. Scribbling cartoons in his book instead of following the lessons. Doing his dealings in the boy's washroom or at the bleachers. Zeke, in his GTO, when he rushed onto the parking lot with squealing tires.
He was a rebel, the boy who didn't give much about rules. There was nothing they had in common. But since some days they shared a lab table in physics. Zeke used to ignore him, not a big surprise, but Casey was aware of his nearness all the time. He barely dared to breathe, was not able to follow the lessons as he usually would. What was wrong with him?
The heat was burning in his body when his fingers seemed to develop an own will, started to tease and caress his skin. His chest; one finger stopped at his nipple and squeezed it slightly. Casey bit his lip to suppress a loud outcry. Too much, too much.
No escape. Without mercy, his other hand finally found its goal, started to stroke his dick. Hesitating at first, his heart beating wildly, his face blushed. But when he felt his dick reacting, he couldn't hold back any longer. That was, what he wanted, what didn't let him sleep for days. He could try to fight it, he could try to lie to himself, but the burning sensation was much stronger. Up. Up and down. Stop. Nooo, don't stop. Up and down, the grip tighter this time. Shit. The world around started to vanish into thin air; he felt dizzy. Oh, shit!
It didn't last long and the orgasm hit him, so intense, almost violent; he had never thought that he could feel like that. Gasping for air he was lying on his bed, staring in the darkness. The pictures still in his mind.
Zeke. Zeke! Zeke!!!
He couldn't deny it any longer. His imagination for sure needed some therapy.
Month: March - Day: 01
Fandom: The Faculty
Character: Casey Connor
Words:342
Rating: PG17
Casey was tossing and turning around in his bed. Another sleepless night. Because of the pictures crossing his mind. Zeke, smiling. Flirting. Kissing Anna Marie from his physic course. Scribbling cartoons in his book instead of following the lessons. Doing his dealings in the boy's washroom or at the bleachers. Zeke, in his GTO, when he rushed onto the parking lot with squealing tires.
He was a rebel, the boy who didn't give much about rules. There was nothing they had in common. But since some days they shared a lab table in physics. Zeke used to ignore him, not a big surprise, but Casey was aware of his nearness all the time. He barely dared to breathe, was not able to follow the lessons as he usually would. What was wrong with him?
The heat was burning in his body when his fingers seemed to develop an own will, started to tease and caress his skin. His chest; one finger stopped at his nipple and squeezed it slightly. Casey bit his lip to suppress a loud outcry. Too much, too much.
No escape. Without mercy, his other hand finally found its goal, started to stroke his dick. Hesitating at first, his heart beating wildly, his face blushed. But when he felt his dick reacting, he couldn't hold back any longer. That was, what he wanted, what didn't let him sleep for days. He could try to fight it, he could try to lie to himself, but the burning sensation was much stronger. Up. Up and down. Stop. Nooo, don't stop. Up and down, the grip tighter this time. Shit. The world around started to vanish into thin air; he felt dizzy. Oh, shit!
It didn't last long and the orgasm hit him, so intense, almost violent; he had never thought that he could feel like that. Gasping for air he was lying on his bed, staring in the darkness. The pictures still in his mind.
Zeke. Zeke! Zeke!!!
He couldn't deny it any longer. His imagination for sure needed some therapy.
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